An empty room
An empty girl
Sitting silently on the floor
Her sleeves rolled up
Exposing skin
She drags her blade and presses in
The pain it brings out can not compare
To the joy she knows will soon be there
Its worth the scars that never heal
For just a moment not to feel
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A poem for death
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